I’m so stuck
in the mud on the banks of yellow rivers
and lush green rice paddies
that I can’t even breath enough air in–
so stuck I feel the need to peel
the skin beneath my eyes with blunt nails
and tweezers just to see,
see what I’m missing, what I’m missing
because even without the noise
my concentration is shot.
In the forehead.
Hemorrhaging through the flood gates
so quick, so much, too paltry
that all I really want in life is to eat chicken,
go to bed, pray and write. View

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I’m so stuck
in the mud on the banks of yellow rivers
and lush green rice paddies
that I can’t even breath enough air in–
so stuck I feel the need to peel
the skin beneath my eyes with blunt nails
and tweezers just to see,
see what I’m missing, what I’m missing
because even without the noise
my concentration is shot.
In the forehead.
Hemorrhaging through the flood gates
so quick, so much, too paltry
that all I really want in life is to eat chicken,
go to bed, pray and write. View